A WOMAN'S HARDY GARDEN 



blessed sunlight will do the rest. It is won- 

 derful what can be done with a small space, 

 and how from April to Xovember there can 

 always be a mass of bloom. I know of one 

 woman's garden, in a small country town, — 

 house and ground only covering a lot hardly 

 fifty by one hundred feet, — where, with the 

 help of a man to work for her one day in 

 the week and perhaps for a week each spring 

 and fall, she raises immense quantities of 

 flowers, both perennials and annuals. For six 

 months of the year she has always a dozen 

 vases full in the house, and plenty to give 

 away. More than half the time her little 

 garden supplies flowers for the church, while 

 others in the same village owning large places 

 and employing several men "have really no 

 flowers." 



I remember returning once from a two 

 weeks' trip, to find that my entire crop of 

 Asters had been destroyed by a beetle. It 

 was a horrid black creature about an inch long, 

 which appeared in swarms, devoured all the 



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